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Pomegranate Kisses
The light in me
craves the darkness in you.
The hint of lust in thine eyes,
tells me that you want me too.
We mustn’t waste time,
as we have none to spare.
Make haste to ye’ olde pomegranate tree,
and wait for me there.
Under the cloak of the night’s sky
we’ll be hidden in the dark.
Devouring each other,
under the blooming pomegranates,
until we hear the cry of the lark.
- Poetic Gawdess
craves the darkness in you.
The hint of lust in thine eyes,
tells me that you want me too.
We mustn’t waste time,
as we have none to spare.
Make haste to ye’ olde pomegranate tree,
and wait for me there.
Under the cloak of the night’s sky
we’ll be hidden in the dark.
Devouring each other,
under the blooming pomegranates,
until we hear the cry of the lark.
- Poetic Gawdess
Published 3rd Jul 2024
Author's Note
Sweet and sensual, in the form of Shakespearean.
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3rd Jul 2024 6:30pm
I love this in the Shakespearean style. It really paints the picture! Dope piece
3rd Jul 2024 6:54pm
3rd Jul 2024 9:27pm
3rd Jul 2024 9:54pm
4th Jul 2024 1:42am
I can picture love making, in the darkness, under the pomegranate tree, until the morning light. It’s only right
10th Jul 2024 5:36pm
We mustn’t waste time,
as we have none to spare.
Make haste to ye’ olde pomegranate tree,
and wait for me there.
I like the rhythm that's created, in lines like these.
as we have none to spare.
Make haste to ye’ olde pomegranate tree,
and wait for me there.
I like the rhythm that's created, in lines like these.
10th Jul 2024 8:23pm
